Lorenzo, a young pilgrim in Cupid's eyes! Lorenzo, young Palmer in love!
They all live in the same house in China. They can't live in the same mansion.
How can I not be disturbed and get sick? Without some excitement, some diseases;
They sit down to eat, as long as they can not sit down to eat, but how do they feel?
Snuggle together, how can you not feel satisfied; It soothes each other;
Indeed, they fell asleep under the same roof. Of course, they can't sleep under the same roof.
How can you cry every night without dreaming about each other? But dreaming about each other and crying every night.
Every morning, their tenderness is stronger, and their love is gray and tender every morning.
Every evening, their infatuation is deeper; Deeper and gentler every day;
No matter whether he walks in the house, field or garden, he must not stir in the house, field or garden.
All I see in my eyes is her beautiful image, but her plump appearance will be filled with his vision;
His affectionate voice was in her ear, and his continuous voice was more pleasant.
More beautiful than rustling leaves and gurgling springs; For her, than the noise of trees or hidden streams;
She messed up the needle in her hand because of this name. She used this name to spoil her unfinished embroidery.
He knows who pressed the latch with his soft hand, and he knows who pulled the latch with his soft hand.
Before the door opened, she was squeezed into the eyes; Before the door handed her to his eyes;
He could see from her bedroom window that he would grab from her boudoir window.
Her beautiful appearance is farther than the eagle eye and farther than the falcon spy;
He watched, like her vespers, constantly watching, watching like her vespers,
Because her face looks up at the same sky; Because her face turned to the same sky;
He survived the long night, looking forward to wearing it with a disgusting long night,
Listen to her footsteps getting up early and going downstairs. Listen to her step on the stairs in the morning.
Long May, after a painful lovesickness, a whole long May was spent in this sad predicament.
When June comes, their faces are even paler; The arrival of June made their cheeks paler;
"Tomorrow I will kneel to my lover, and tomorrow I will bow to my lover.
I'm going to ask my lover for help tomorrow. "-tomorrow I will ask my wife's kindness. ? -
"Oh, Lorenzo, I want to die tonight. I wish I could never see another night.
If you don't sing the song of love. Lorenzo, if your lips don't breathe the tune of love. ? -
They only said this to the pillow: alas! They said this to the pillow; But, alas,
He endured painful days day by day; He let the sweet days pass day by day;
Isabella's untouched delicate cheeks will never be sweet.
I should be flushed, but now I look sick. Sick in rose's proper territory,
As thin as a young mother, when she is as thin as a young mother, who is looking for it?
I want to use lullaby to relieve the baby's pain: use every calm to cool her baby's pain;
"How sad she is," he said. "I shouldn't talk. How sick she is. He said, I may not talk.
But I want to tell her frankly that I love in my heart, but I will, tell my love to all plains:
If eyes can convey feelings, I will drink her tears. If eyes can talk, I will drink her tears.
At least we can get rid of her troubles "At least it will scare away her worries.
One morning, he said this to himself. On a sunny morning, he said this all day.
His heart is pounding, and his heart is hitting his body violently;
He secretly prayed to his heart, hoping that he and his heart were praying.
Have the courage to confess, but he is full of blood and speaks for power; But it's still a red tide
Choking voice, delaying the resolution again-choking his voice, the pulse will be solved-
Although the thoughts of the bride are burning in his chest, fever is his great concern for such a bride.
But what followed was childlike timidity, which made him as docile as a child.
Alas! Love is so timid and wild! Alas! When passion is docile and wild!
If Isabel's sharp eyes can't understand, then he wakes up in pain again.
Every sign on his forehead, the dreary night of love and pain,
He will suffer from insomnia again. If Isabel's quick eyes are not found, his heart will be affected.
After the long night of lovesickness, I feel sad and annoyed; Height to every symbol on his forehead;
She saw his forehead was pale and his expression was stiff. She saw it become very pale and dead.
Immediately blushed, said softly, and all blushed; So, gently lisping,
Lorenzo!' -She wants to talk, she wants to ask and she's afraid of Lorenzo! -Here she stopped her timid pursuit,
He understood everything from her voice. But from her tone and expression, he read the rest.
"Oh, Isabella, I'm only half sure-oh, Isabella, I'm not half sure.
I can tell you my pain; I can tell my sadness in your ear;
If you believe in anything, then if you never believe in anything,
Please believe how much I love you, and my soul believes how much I love them and how close I am.
I am close to destruction: I don't have to shut my soul out: I won't be sad.
Hold your hand tightly, don't stare at it in an unwelcome way, and don't be afraid.
Offend your eyes; But I can't live through tonight; But I can't live
If I don't pour out all my feelings! Another night, not my passion.
"I love! You are guiding me out of the cold, dear! You are leading me away from the cold in winter,
Girl! You're taking me to midsummer, lady! You took me to the summer climate,
I must taste the warmth of one flower after another, and I must taste the blooming flowers.
Flowers blooming in the beautiful morning light. "On this warm morning.
His shy lips appeared in pairs like poems; Sing poetry with her lips in dewy rhymes;
They feel extremely happy and happy, and great happiness is with them, great happiness.
Happiness blooms like a flower conceived in June. Like a bright flower caressed in June.
At the moment of farewell, they were on cloud nine.
A pair of twin roses were blown away by the breeze.
Prepare to be more intimate, just to meet and share again more intimately.
Absorb and blend the fragrance of each other's hearts. The fragrance of each other's hearts.
She went to the boudoir, singing beautiful poems, and she went to her room, a beautiful little song.
Singing the beauty of love and the joy of being loved; Mulberry, the darts of sweet love and honey;
He walked briskly up the western hills, he walked briskly up the western hills,
Farewell to the sun, my heart is full of love. Say goodbye to the sun and have fun.